Four Romances, op. 2: Touch My Cheek with Thine; Enslaved By the Rose, the Nightingale ; Lullaby ; From My Tears. Four Romances, op. 3: The Pine and the Palm; Southern Night; A Golden Cloud Passed the Night; On the Hills of Georgia. Four Romances, op. 4: What is My Name to Thee?; The Messenger; The Nightingale Is Silent; Quietly the Evening Falls. Four Romances, op. 7: My Voice for Thee Is Sweet; Hebrew Song; Swltezlanka; Thy Glance Is Radiant. Six Romances, op. 8: My Thoughts Soar; Night; The Secret; Arise, Come Down; 0 Come to This Kingdom of Roses and Wine; I Believe I'm Loved. Two Romances, op. 25: To My Song; When I Look Into Thy Eyes. Four Romances, op. 26: In a Moment of Cordial Tenderness; Evocation; For the Shores of the Far Homeland; Zuleika's Song. Four Romances, op. 27: Softly the Spirit Flew Up; The Echo; Thou and You; Farewell! Forget the Days of Weakness

Impromptu, op. 11/1

Indian Song

Introduction and Hymn to the Sun

Invisible City of Kitezh: O Vain Illusion

It Was Not the Wind Blowing from Above, op. 43/2. The Octave, op. 45/3. The Nymph, op. 56/1. Clearer Than the Singing of the Lark, op. 43/1. The Scurrying Bank of Clouds Disperses, op. 42/3. On the Hills of Georgia, op. 3/4. Of What in the Silence of the Nights, op. 40/3. Captivated by the Rose, the Nightingale, op. 2/2. Silence Descends on the Yellow Cornfields, op. 39/3. A Pressed Flower, op. 51/3

Variations on a Theme By Glinka

Variations on a Theme of Glinka.

Vera Sheloga

Vern Sheloga

Vspomni

Waltz

What It Is, in the Still of Night. Forgive! Remember Not These Tearful Days. Not the Wind, Blowing from the Heights. The Lark Sings Louder. On the Hills of Georgia. To the Kingdom of Roses and Wine. Suleika’s Song. Enslaved by the Rose, the Nightingale. The Clouds Begin to Scatter. The Nymph. Summer Night’s Dream

When the fields wave in yellow light. Angel. About it I secretly dream. Quietly the soul rose heavenward. Oh, if just for a moment. The west’s dainty, distant rosy color fades. The yellow fields fall quiet. Sleep, sad friend. The wave breaks. The sea doesn’t foam. The waves rise up. More beautiful than the song of the lark. It wasn’t the wind. Serenade. Whispering, timid breathing. Child, I come with the greeting. Jewish song. Switezianka. My wild child. Night of the south. Lean your cheek on my cheek. Out of my tears many flowers. The night. On Georgia’s hills. A fleeting bank of clouds. O don’t, you beauty, don’t sing. The flower. Beauty. Awakening. The nightingale